The Perfect Curve

When I was fourteen years old, my dad and I were walking down a country road in Indiana when I spotted an empty bottle, curved so it could fit snugly against you in your back pocket. That bottle spoke to me. From then on, I looked for curved bottles. Soon I found one and drank it. It didn't take long for me to become a daily drinker. In those days, alcohol was hard to get, but I found a place where I could get a half-pint for fifty cents.